i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
this guy showed up at my house asking for his sword and cape. something tells me i shouldn't drink that much again.
k, so I just picked a four leaf clover, then saw my dads penis. Lucky? I think not.
if she shaves her mustache, i'll let her give me head
You know that bakery that Sandra Bullock's sister owns?
The one in Montpelier?
yeah, well it doesn't exist anymore. VT's one fucking claim to fame closed.
If its called oral, why is it so hard to talk?
But it's not about our feelings, it's about making the men we sleep with feel awful about their lives
I have a video (on my shattered iphone) of a random DJ at some bar giving me a birthday shoutout and texts from random numbers talking about birthday sex. My birthday is in April... Happy birthday to me?
I'm one ex away from doing an entire victory lap of all of the guys I've hooked up with since second semester of freshman year. Single me is scary.
Just grabbing my bra from a history teacher's desk in the Humanities building. Maybe I should stop drinking on weeknights
Who knows. I'd probably only get a makeout with an OTPHJ from her so the return on sexual investment from her isn't looking that great.
And I don't know if this is really ESP, or just a crazy feeling, but I'm pretty sure he has an std. Or at least a cold.
So you drank bourbon with cough syrup?
I still had a cough. It only makes sense
I'm not sure how long my penis is exactly, but I will tell you it resembles a bendy straw
Update: I spent 10 minutes trying to fish out a rogue vagina weight.
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